Waking Up in Wonderland

Dylan

Halo Eleven: Dylan:

Kadota and his gang sat outside, watching the apartment complex.

"So, she finally managed to sell the place?" Erika asked.

"Yeah," Kyohei replied.

"Who's looking to buy the apartment?" Walker asked.

"Some American couple," Kyohei replied. "They moved here three days ago."

"Has she been able to deal with all that weird shit that's been going on with that apartment?" Saburo asked. His friend nodded.

"You can say that," he replied. Kyohei didn't really care beyond this point. Just as long as he didn't have to see or hear Evie again for a long time.

Inside, Evie gave the Dylans a tour of the apartment.

"Good afternoon," she greeted them. "Welcome!" The husband looked at her with a stoic look on his face. Evie clapped her hands together.

"Right," she said. "Shall we get going?" The couple followed her into the living room. She turned to them in the sunlight.

"As you can see here," the realtor began. "Well-lit to reflect on your wife's lovely complexion." The other woman smiled. Her husband wanted more than that. Evie stood up straight.

"This apartment's been renovated to keep with the modern fit to the rest of the apartments in this neighborhood," she added.

"Is it stable enough?" the husband asked. Evie gave him a sharp nod.

"Yes sir!" she said. His wife turned to her husband. They whispered between each other for a moment. Mr. Dylan turned back to the realtor. Evie read the look on his face.

"Shall we go on?" she asked. The woman didn't wait for an answer as she walked down the hall. They came into an empty room that faced the city. She looked around at the freshly-painted white walls.

"This is a nice room for your guests or children," the realtor went on. The wife ran her fingertips around the metal doorknob. Her husband knocked on the door with his right knuckles. Evie passed the window to walk over to the other side of the room. However when she passed the glass, she could've sworn there was a black shadow passing along with her moments. Evie passed and backed up for a better look. This time, she only saw her reflection. The realtor blinked at the window.

What the hell?, she thought. Evie kept staring at the window in front of her as she tried to figure out if what she saw was an illusion or something else.

"Something wrong?" the man asked her. The realtor stood up straight at his words.

"No," she lied. "Just thought I saw something outside." The realtor walked to the doorway.

"Shall we continue?" she asked. Then, Evie walked into the hallway. The couple followed behind with uneasiness about how she said that.

Overall, the tour turned out to be a success and the couple ended up buying the apartment. Evie came home that evening, whistling. Judging by the tone, her boyfriend guessed that something good must have happened to her.

"I'm home!" Evie called out in a sing-songy voice.

Thud!

Evie took off her shoes and walked into the living room where he sat. She leaned in close to his face.

"Guess what happened today?" she asked.

Thud!

Evie broke into a huge smile. "You know that apartment just outside the city? You know the one. The one with all the weird crap that's been going on for weeks. You know what I'm talking about, right?" she asked. "I finally sold it! Isn't that great?" She noticed his body going stiff. He grabbed onto her with a death grip. Her face dropped as she tried to fight him off.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Oi? Oi?" He broke down into what appeared to be a seizure. Panicked, Evie tried to break away again.

"Hey!" she shouted. "You're hurting me! Let go! Let go!" His seizure grew worse as his the same thing happened to his shaking. Drool and foam began forming from his mouth. Evie's eyes wide in panic as he grip loosened from her wrist. She rose to her feet and raced over to her phone. She made the quick number for help.

"My boyfriend is having seizure or something!" the realtor yelled. "Please help!" Rescue came within twenty minutes and took him away on a stretcher. Evie watched after them before following behind. The boyfriend laid there with his seizure. That dent that his "girlfriend" made just got worse for that dent had grown into a crack.